2012-04-14T00:13:06-07:00April 14th, 2012|Musings on life|

The last page

The novel sits inside me like an elephant
taking up all the room
I obsess about the characters
as though they are family
depending on me for advice

how will they get through this

I cry for them
the kind of crying that heaves
and leaves you sore

and then the last page comes
as it always does
how can I miss people I’ve never known
I suppress the urge to track down the author

just a few questions

weeks later
it is all so diluted
bits of emotion hang on
like plastic bags in trees

I feel guilty for moving on
and I want to tell them

you reminded me how to weep
in this way
you existed

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